Mixed Memories



/ poetry

Many things trigger memories; a sound, a picture, a scent...

What mixed memories smells bring me,

The aroma of pancakes was the norm on

Sundays spent with my Grandparents,

The whiff of a heady perfume worn on

a first date by a girl who became my

first true love,

The thick and odorous beginnings of

unwashed dungarees worn by eighty 

new recruits at Navy boot camp,

Then the unwelcome miasma of

diesel fumes in the darkness that 

first night in a war torn and

foreign land,

But today it's the happy atmosphere

that pancakes create for my child who

has his own scented memories ahead.


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